Baggy Jeans Era

Lyrics

[Verse] Fresh off the cover of the magazines, yeah I bought my first Benz rockin' a pair of baggy jeans A Ruger in my waist, a couple of flashy rings Tryna escape the hard knock life by any means It hits different when your gift's different Haters all over me like Mitch Richmond, when he used to stick Pippen But the extended clip stick so big, I used it as a cane, big pimpin, niggas shootin', like Ben Simmons Décombres, go wilder than Deontay 'Cause rappers be acting funny as 90 Day Fiancé Everybody is food, for real, peace to Conway When I look at a playlist, I'm just tryna see my entree This rap shit is genuinely a menu to me Walk in the venue with me and then you will see I continuously send 'em to sleep Been in the streets, hit you with three from the tip of the key, I don't give a fuck if you a G Anybody could get it, nigga thought he was with it, put a shot in that thought, then he'd probably forget it I'm highly committed, say hi to the clinic, the doctor or visitor, my shot a menace, esophagus, the chopper is ominous I ain't poppin' at anybody specific, lyrical hollow-tips, I put many bodies in ditches, woah I started off with cornrows to the back, nigga Max Julian, more hoes than The Mack, nigga She called me daddy in the Caddy, we was making pornos in the 'Lac, Lord know it's a fact, nigga OG, making plays since the Nextel Money on my mind, but I never let my head swell Off-white Beamer, no more walking on eggshells, and the plates diplomatic, nigga, Hell Rell My 'caine go low, like I'm LL, my sentences gettin' better, you feel every letter, like it's braille mail I send a nigga packing, and when I air shells- You don't think it's fair, well nigga, farewell I'm in a Porsche with so many horses it's parallel to a carousel, keepin' secrets I will never tell (Woah) Send you into retirement, in my city, packin' a pistol is a requirement, trip and I'll fire it Homies post pictures from a prison yard, some are Crippin' hard, listen dawg, I'm from a different environment Long Beach City will fool you because it's beautiful Cops kill an unarmed kid, business as usual It's ironic that you could die in a drive-by, and that same car get washed to raise money for your funeral Cause that's the way they on it, nigga Drug dealers and snitches decorate every corner, nigga To live and die in L.A, that's California, nigga If you don't fuck with Crook, you just a corny nigga On God